(Bob Dylan)
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If you're traveling in the north country fair
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Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
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Remember me to the one who lives there
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She was once a true love of mine
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And if you're goin' when the snowflakes storm
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When the rivers freeze and summer ends
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Please see for me she has a coat so warm
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to keep her from the howling wind
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Would you see for me that her hair's hanging long
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That it rolls and flows all down her breasts
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See for me that her hair's hanging long
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'Cause that's the way I remember her best
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But I'm a-wondering if she remembers me at all
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Many times I've often prayed
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in the darkness of my night
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in the brightness of my day
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So if you're traveling in the north country fair
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Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
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Remember me to the one who lives there
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'Cause she was once, she was once a true love of mine
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And she'll always be a true love of mine
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And I never, never, never, never give her up
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Girl From The North Country
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Rod Stewart |